Jay Halstead imagines

The Case Part 2- Jay Halstead

"It's not just my mom. It's also my dad and my brother." You turn the laptop a little more to Jay.

"That is definitely them. Did they ever tell you about Emma?"

You shake your head. You open the picture gallery and see a lot of pictures of your family. You are not in one photo. On the other hand, Emma was almost in every one of them.

"When was Emma born?" Jay asks.

"May 2nd 1995."

"And you?"

"May 15th 1995."

"Then why aren't you in any of these photos?"

"That's what we are going to find out."

Your parents were sitting on the couch as you walked in. Jay was waiting in the car. You had to do this on your own. If they were ever going to say anything, it wouldn't be in front of Jay. But he was listing to every word that was being said.

"Hi honey, how is it going?" your mom smiles.

You ignore her and look at the pictures on the wall. None of them had Emma in them. It was you in those pictures. Sitting down across from your parents, you open your laptop and show them the Facebook page of your mother. "What in the hell is this?"

Your parents look at each other for a moment.

"Honey, we..." your father starts.

"Jim, we can't."

"She probably already figured it out, Anna." Your father looks at you. "We only have one daughter. We named her Emma. She was born on May 2nd, 1995. When she turned seven, she got taken by a maniac. After a week, she found her way back home, but she wasn't our little girl anymore. She was a different person like the life was sucked out of her. We decided to move, and Emma became Y/N, born on May 15th 1995. We raised you just a little outside of Chicago. When you started to work here, we moved back to be closer to you."

"So you're saying...."

"You are the little girl that was kidnapped. You are Emma."

You look at your father, confused. "Why don't I remember all of this? And why do I have brown hair and Emma blonde?"

"We shaved your head, and it grew back a little darker. The doctors think you don't remember anything because of the trauma you experienced. You were held for a week. Nobody has any idea what that man did to you or what happened. We thought it was for the best to not do anything about it. The first few years after, you were quiet and shy. The doctor said you would grow out of it, and you did."

You look at your mother, who's crying. "Why didn't you ever tell me anything?"

"Because we didn't want to burden you with something you didn't know. What was the point in us telling you when you had no idea what happened? It would only hurt you, and you already had gone through some much."

You shake your head in disbelief. "There are four other girls that have been kidnapped because of me! They still haven't got the son of a bitch, and you're okay with that?"

"That's not what I'm saying. We were just protecting you."

"Right. Well, thanks for the information." With that being said, you stand up and walk out the door. You step into Jay his truck.

"You have to call Voight. We need to see if we can trigger my memories, to see if there is something there about that man. We also need to tell him that the little girl is much closer than he thinks," you say.

"Already done that. He will meet us at the district in 20. Are you okay?"

You shake your head. "No. I'm not. We don't have time for that. We need to find Jessica."

Jay only nods, and he starts driving to the district.

Voight is already there. "What was so urgent?"

"That little girl, Emma. She didn't leave town. She is standing right in front of you."

Voight frowns. "What are you saying exactly?"

"I am Emma. I got kidnapped when I was seven. When I turned eight, my parents changed my name and appearance. I have no memories at all of the kidnapping, but we have to change that. I may be the only one who knows who we're after."

"We got the whole thing on tape," Jay says as he puts his phone on the table.

"So you're saying that you are investigating your own case?"

You slowly nod.

"What do you want to do?"

"I need to get my memories back. I'm probably the only one alive who has seen that maniac, and we need to catch him."

"Are you sure about that?"

"One hundred per cent. How else are we going to find out who the son of a bitch is?"

"Alright. I will make some calls. Go home, get some sleep, and we'll see each other in the morning."